In the land of frost and snow so cold, Where mountains rise and legends unfold, Skadi, goddess of winter’s might, Walked the frozen realm one endless night.
With silver eyes like stars in the sky, And hair as white as the snow piled high, She ventured forth, her heart so bold, To seek a glimpse of a tale untold.
Upon a frozen lake, she stood alone, Where ice and snow had claimed their throne, The moon’s pale glow, her only guide, As she gazed at her reflection, wide-eyed.
In the mirror of ice, she saw her face, A vision of beauty, a celestial grace, Her silver eyes shone like stars above, A reflection of Baldr, the god of love.
The glint off the ice, a shimmering light, Reminded her of Baldr, so pure and bright, A memory of love, lost in the past, A love that was destined never to last.
Skadi sighed, her heart heavy with pain, As she remembered Baldr, forever slain, But in the ice, she found a trace, A reminder of love in that cold, still place.
For even in the darkest of winter’s night, The memory of love can still take flight, And in the reflection of ice so clear, Skadi found solace, and shed a tear.
In the frozen wilderness, she stood tall, A goddess of winter, proud and regal, With silver eyes and white hair so fair, She carried the memory of love in the air.